Another Father’s Day without my Dad, so today is especially emotional for me. This was one of the last photos of he, my brother, and myself taken together at a family photo session in 2008 or 2009.
My dad had a legendary temper, and through part of his life had struggled with alcohol, and even had a few trust issues. By the end of his life, though, many of these issues were gone, and what was left over were the best traits that he’d always had: intense love of family, desire to do good, strong faith in people and in his role as a church Elder, and sheer brilliance granted through his own will and his cosmopolitan outlook.
Seriously, I wish I had a tenth of the brainpower of my father, a man who’d scored 1598 on his SAT for getting two answers wrong, and having one of them re-scored on appeal because he was technically correct.
His job listed him as a “dynamic processor,” which basically means that he helped turn crude oil into gasoline. As a chemist, mathematician, and even a philosopher, he was pretty much second to none.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him, and in many ways, I think I’ll be struggling with my loss of him for the rest of my life. But he also gave me the best gifts that a father can give to a son: patience, appreciation of knowledge and the way things work, and most importantly his time. He was there in my life, and that’s a treasure that not everyone gets to experience, no matter how much every person deserves it.
I miss my dad a lot, and I wish I could spend today with him to tell him how much I appreciate him and everything he did for my family, and myself. Happy Father’s Day to my dad and dads everywhere. Make it count, please.